Ora Noc Terrol: The Road to Paradise (Closed)

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[Hisoka]

Name: Tang Hao
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Appearance: Tang stands at 5 feet 11 inches with a lean sinewy body with major muscle groups standing out like whipcord. Naturally bronze skin and high cheekbones show his Chinese origins while dark eyes and black hair enforce it. These dark eyes seem without depth and are a deep brown with flecks of gold scattered across the irises. While his black hair is worn shaved short, almost clean shaven. A slightly pointed chin combined with ever so slightly angled ears lend him animal like aura to his overall features. He seems to favor a deep red full length shirt and black cargo pants as his main wear.While white high tops find themselves on his feet. A black leather jacket with the symbol for Unrelenting on it's back is often tied around his waist.
Personality: Raised amongst monks Tang is deeply philosophical with a perchance for passive observation of the world around him. When he is in one of these moods he will not speak of his own violation and if spoken to will only utter a few quiet words in response. Calm and collected he will never raise his voice in anger or even in happiness. This in turn can make him appear emotionless but nothing is further from the truth.

Although a gifted martial artist and somewhat decent with most firearms Tang dislikes fighting intensely viewing the anger that spawns it as one of humanity's greatest sin. While more then capable of defending himself Tang will never start a fight and even when one is thrown his way he keeps his hands down until all other options are exhausted.
History: Tang was raised amongst monks who found him abandoned outside their makeshift temple on yet another of the hell holes humanity had chosen to live in since leaving Earth. A rough place as all the hell holes where rough places it was odd to find these monks who still knew kindness.

But the monks taking pity on yet other child left abandoned by the cruelty of the present Humanity found itself in took Tang in. And in time when he could speak and walk he was made part of their order. While they where kind they where not stupid. Harsh physical training and the Martial Arts practiced amongst them since the beginning of their order in the misty pasts of Earth bound humanity where drilled into him.

But so where the virtues and principals of their order Compassion, Mercy, Hope, and patience. And the lesson that their place was not to judge but to help whenever possible to the best of their abilities.

And so Tang progressed down the path of the monks. Learning their skills and laws he seemed to blend into the background. That is until at the age of 13 he learned how he came to the temple. Going through stages of hate and anger he almost fell off the path he had chosen. But the monks helped him, showed him nothing but patience.

And because of that Tang emerged through it still the same person he went in. And his training went on till at the age of 21 he left the temple on his quest for a broader understanding of the present so that he might one day be fit for true enlightenment.

Wandering the planets and stations that humanity built as their place in the universe he came to see the best and the worst of humanity. True to his code he helped where he could and judged no one.

But everywhere he went Tang was struck by just how truly low humanity had sunk. And how hard life was for the weak and the helpless. Where the strong ruled with an iron fist.

Now his wanderings take him onwards to the fabled world of Ora Noc Terrol for he has an understanding of corruption but to truly broaden his understanding Tang believes he needs to learn of purity. But nothing he hears is good or even helpful.

The scoffing of the brutes, the endless theorizing of the scientists, the babbling of old men, the star eyed dreams of the young.

But despite that Tang wanders on. After all he was taught patience.
Profession: Wandering Monk.
Inventory: Crystal Buddhist Prayer Beads, Cash. Small cloth sack containing spare clothes, food. Plain Green Water canteen. Tied to his waist is a small blue bag holding several bundles of medicinal herbs alongside more modern medical supplies.
Other: Because of his deeply spiritual upbringing Tang begins and ends each day with prayer using his Prayer Beads to count time while mediating on the mantras taught to him.

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[World Traveler]

Name: Alexander Howell

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Appearance



With his blue eyes always focused on finding that perfect shot Alexander seems to have an almost support role appearance. When he moves his body seems to flow in one single movement. When concentrating he is like a statue in his rigidness. He keeps his hair short so it doesn’t get in the way of his eyes. Standing up straight without shoes he measures at 5’11”. When dealing with others he gives them their worth by looking at them in the eyes. A notable feature on his body are the tattoos littered about. Next to ink is a scar or other from of conflict induced injury. The tattoos show date time and conflict that corresponds with the injury; like a time line of the events him and his camera have seen and witnessed.

Personality

Alexander holds order and systematic patters as very important in his outer life. He puts a lot of energy into identifying the best way for getting things done and done well, while continually working to define what he values as important. This desire for tradition seems to lead his life; however, Alexander is more spontaneous when dealing with issues involving his own personal life. He can been seen as somewhat of a stray in his choices and movements. Never taking a job that would lead him back to somewhere he has already been to before he usually takes on things as they come with a mild shrug as if to say ‘I don’t know why’.

This way of moving forward has rarely lead him down the wrong path in his eyes, and as such Alexander holds a great deal of faith in his intuition. Even when outside voices and facts tell him to do something different he will still follow his gut feeling. Often times this can include putting himself in danger or stressful situations. He has wide view of the world in that he has seen a lot of bad and a lot of good. This view point seems to give him a leg up when reading both people and situations. Like putting together a puzzle Alexander’s mind is very adept at putting people, places, and conflicts into sense that others normally can’t fully understand or predict.

Some have classified him as having an almost psychic nature about him and stories. His gut leading him to where the conflicts starts or begins. This is of course a pile of cow chips though when asked, even in joke form, Alexander simply smiles and has a laugh with the group. Mostly due to a high about amount of personal protection over his identity and a large amount of self awareness. Not some much a cold fish as a simple observer this man is a deep and complex individual. He holds himself back, keeping to himself and his camera while in most situations. This can make people often misread him as an antisocial person.

When he gets close to people it is not something he holds lightly. Becoming a friend of Alexander is just like becoming family. Concerned for people’s feelings and actively trying to avoid hurting anyone Alexander takes on his emotions and issues. Instead pushing them inward on himself causing high amounts of stress, and in some cases actual bodily harm such as high blood pressure and numbness. Alexander does not welcome violence yet, he will resort to it when he feels it is necessary. You should beware this because when he aims he aims to kill.

History

Born into a orbiting mining depot Alexander was the son of a deputy director working for a large shipping company and a mother who worked as a communications specialist. Growing up was comfortable for him since both his parents were well educated and employed. His ‘home world’ would be best described as a orbiting office building. The whole thing was paid for and supplied by Planet Express, one of the leading shipping companies in known space. With excellent schooling and some helpful tutoring from his family He grew into a bright young college student who was accepted into a well funded and recognized University.

During his first year at college Alexander had little order as far as his studies. Having come from a place with structure and patterns the new freedom college offered was almost to much for him and it showed in his grades. After the first two quarters Alexander was placed on academic probation. Applauded by his sons performance Alexander’s father pulled the plug on his sons tuition payments, forcing him to come back home. His family gave him a choice. Either he starts working for Planet Express at a low end job for the rest of his life or he helps pay for the rest of his school by part timing at a near by station.

Picking the part time job Alexander started working two shifts every weekend while he returned to school. This small change was just what he needed. Having most of his weekends booked he was forced to study early. His grades began to climb almost immediately. The next hurdle; however, had already started to show its ugly head. Alexander still had no idea what he really wanted to do with his life. He found his answer during one weekend at his part time job.

Working a late shift he had been finishing the papers for a charity shipment that was being sent to a planet currently engaged in a civil war. Having followed his fathers habits Alexander read the paper at least once every two days. As such he was well informed on the current conflict. Going from the supplies being sent and remembering the actual knowledge he knew Alexander was appalled by the complete lack of usable items people were sending. Seeing things like playing cards and even a nice set of curtains in the donation Alexander couldn't understand.

The next day he went to the school for journalism and asked to see the editor. In a lengthy talk with the head editor of the schools international events column Alexander was told by a very brilliant student that “Words can be skimmed but a picture can burn into a persons soul.” Since the school didn’t want to show pictures of the conflict most people just read that there was some fighting on the planet and just headed for the fashion section or the funnies. That realization made a fire start to burn in Alexander’s body. The following week he went against his parents wishes and transferred to the journalism school. Two years later he was one of the school newspapers top photographer.

On his first off world assignment Alexander picked a union strike that was taking place on an asteroid mining colony. The issue was that the colony didn’t have adequate protection against the rocks they were working on. Having been striking for better living protection the company had started using drastic measures to quell the union workers. What they did was called ‘conflict suppression’ in their press conferences when in reality they were cutting off oxygen to sections of the colony until the people were too weak to fight.

While taking pictures of the workers striking Alexander was caught in one of the sections. Hours later he took a picture that made the front page. It showed a woman who was too weak to hold her own baby start to collapse. Around her laying on the ground unconscious were several men who had been trying to get her into a vehicle. The photo showed the true meaning of what the company coined ‘conflict extinguishing’. With his work now being published and recognized as real work Alexander started to take on more and more off world jobs. His only rule was he never went back to the same place twice.

Once done with his higher education the BA awarded student upgraded from the Universities newspaper to the big leagues pressrooms and issues. Moving towards the inner rings of civilization he got a lease on a nice one bedroom apartment that would soon seem like a ghost room to his neighbors since Alexander seemed to always be on assignment. Usually he was sent to low grade work like celebration ceremonies or feel good section work. Due to him being on the low end of the totem pole he had to crawl and work until he got a chance at something big.

On the small planet of X-Ray 867 a growing discontent for the off world laws and taxes was making the colonists start to demand more and more for exterior governments and organizations to back off. Alexander was on his way back from a commencement ceremony for some planet royalty when he got the call from his editor to take the next shuttle to X-Ray 867. It was only a small trip for him since the planet was on the way back home. After landing in the green zone he was immediately handed armor with the words PRESS in big white letters on the front and back. What his editor hadn’t told him was that he was setting down on a war zone.

The situation had rocked the whole area. In five hours the colonist had risen up and taken all but one docking city. Military and law enforcement personal were fighting to keep the green zones from being taken over. The one in the middle was Alexander. While not being a formal member of the military he was part of the off world media. That fact alone did not make him popular with the locals. Still his camera was a way for the colonists to get their side of the story seen. Making regular trips out of the green zone Alexander became a well known person on both sides.

For three months Alexander sent pictures back. Most that were printed made the sections; however, only two made headline. The first was a picture of two military people standing next to their tank as two colonist were laying on the ground with bullet holes in their back. The other showed a well known colony leader about to execute a solider. Both got massive media coverage ranging from News organizations to the Space Wide Intelligence (New age from of the world wide web)

After finally leaving Alexander had become a veteran of Conflict Photography and was now able to hand select his assignments. One of the biggest was his work in the The Waltz Moon Conflict.

Dae/Alex Backstory: Alexander's Viewpoint

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He is now heading to Ora Noc Terrol after hearing some stories about how bad it was getting out in the lawless section of space. He doesn't have a set story in mind, but his intuition has told him that the trip was going to deliver something to him.

Profession: Conflict Photographer (Specialty includes War Zones, Territory Justice Enforcement, and Social Unrest)

Inventory: Alexander travels with a backpack. It has a lucky sort of presence from him. It holds

• Map (Always keeps one of the current planet)
  
• Compass
  
• Sunglasses and Sunscreen
  
• Extra Food and Water
  
• Extra Clothing
  
• First Aid Kit
  
• Fire Starter
  
• KBAR
  
• Camera
  
• Personal Contact Computer (Fits on your eye like a contact lens. It functions as a fully operational organic computer. Recording everything he sees. From there he is able to accurately document his life as well as keep a living journal.

Other: Knowing that his job was dangerous Alexander took firearms training and basic combat. Most of this training has rusted due to never wanting to actually carry a weapon; however, he does go to the firing range or fire a few with weapons he is normally surrounded by. Keeping his body physically fit is also something he makes sure to keep in check.

[Shadow Moonseye]

Accepted! And I must say he's a lovely character; just added him to the list.

[quakernuts]

Name: Luke Highlander

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Standing at an unimposing 5’6, Luke has dusty brown hair that is just long enough for the bangs to come down to his eyebrows. His eyes are dark brown, but look black. This gives an impression of iris-less eyes, and creeps many people out. Wiry muscles cover his body, making him look more like a long distance runner rather than a weight lifter. Luke’s skin is calloused, but no noticable scars other than the small cuts and scrapes everyone expects on anyone’s body. His attire is that of a red, long sleeved shirt and a tan utility vest. Baggy cargo camps with more pockets than you can count carry much of his stuff and wears steel toed boots to protect his feet. He is also seen wearing a black baseball cap, and sleek mirrored shades. His pockets in his vest and pants carry all his basic needs, and most have been amazed at just what he has stored in them.

Personality: Polite, quiet, modest, shy

History: Luke was born to a poor couple with a small auto shop on the planet of Pariah. His parents believed the best way of doing things was the right and honest way, and Luke was brought up to share these beliefs. He was often singled out at school mainly because of his tendency to stick to the straight path of things, and was bullied relentlessly because his parents ran him on a tight leash that prevented much of a social life. Most of his time was spent in the auto shop with either his mom or dad working on anything from a broken door handle to a heavy duty cargo truck that was twice the size of their building. In his younger years, he mainly observed, and helped fetch things for his parents. Later on, he came to love the work. His parents had been at it for years, and he was not about to give up the tradition that his family had set for him.

Around his seventeenth birthday, Luke got into his first fight. His years as working as a mechanic had given him an already enviable athletic build, and some of the more ‘popular’ kids were taking that as a threat. Luke had never fought anyone in his life, and returned home that day bloody and broken. From that point on, he continued to work at the shop, but in his spare time would practice martial arts and hand to hand combat techniques for self defence. He never intended to start a fight, but he planned on being prepared for the next round. Sure enough, they tried again another year later. This time, it was the other kids that left bloody and broken while Luke got away with a black eye and some nasty cuts.

Graduating from high school, he didn’t persue any further education. His love was for the auto shop, and in his mind, he didn’t see the reason for having a certificate saying he could do something when he could simply show the people that he could. At the age of twenty, his father became terminally ill and, due to lack of proper health care on the father’s part, died a few months later. While Luke was able to carry on, his mother was absolutely rocked, and was no longer able to do any of the heavy lifting around the shop. She took up the mantle of the accountant and office worker while Luke became the chief mechanic. He lived there for a few more years before the land the auto shop was built on was bought out by a large corporation. His mother had saved up enough that she could live handsomly for the rest of her life, but Luke was still young. He was too restless to simply sit back and relax.

So, the next summer, Luke booked passage upon the cargo ship ‘The Gnome’. It was pretty much the ugliest cargo ship he had ever seen. It had a bulbous back area for carrying the cargo, and the bridge extended forward so that it looked like a sideways comma. Luke was hired as an engineer, and spent a few more years as one of the ships three engineers. Here, he learned everything he could about star ship engines, and everything that had to do with them. This knowledge was added to everything else he knew, and was known from his coworkers as being able to think outside the box to fix something. Not always the fastest or the cheapest, but the most reliable.

At the age of 26, Luke heard about this ‘Garden of Eden’ way out on the edges of the Viel. His coworkers and friends discredited the entire thing as a myth, and that it didn’t exist. While Luke’s rational mind had to agree with them, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it. So, yet a year later, he said goodbye to The Gnome and its crew, and booked passage on the next ship to Ora Noc Terrol. There, he will find for himself just how much of a myth this rumor really is.

Profession: Engineer/mechanic

Inventory: Basically, he carries everything he will ever need in his pockets and vest, but here is a quick overview.
-four cans of emergency rations
-three bottles of water
-large combat knife
-small emergency field kit
-cash
-Molecular Mechanic’s Tool ("Changer": A Engineer/ mechanic tool that has rearranging molecules so that it can become anything that the user needs it to be. Be that a screwdriver, hammer, wrench, blade, or even torch. Although to do the torch, fuel must be provided.)
-Small, handheld computer with long distance communications capability

Other: Luke has continued with his hand to hand training, but is not familiar with the uses of firearms. This being said, he also does not like to fight, and will explore every other possible option before doing so.

[Shadow Moonseye]

Looks good, Quaker! Adding him to the list!

[SpaceWheeler2.0]

Name: Nydin Thelos

Gender: Male

Age: almost 20

Appearance: Nydin stands 5’7” and is fairly thin. His complexion is tanned, as he spent a decent amount of time outside in sunny heat on his former home. Wide, green eyes are framed by his mostly narrow features while the young man’s dark brown hair is cut extremely short, buzzed in a military-like style, though often covered by his floppy-brimmed hat. He wears tan slacks and a cream-colored long-sleeved shirt, both of lightweight materials, and a brown mesh vest. His feet are tied into dark brown hiking-style boots, comfortably fit.

Personality: Nydin Thelos is an eager young man. He desires to prove himself and earn the respect of others. Short-tempered at times, he is firm in his own ideas of accomplishing a task. Though intelligent and decently educated, Nydin is often viewed as naïve or overconfident by older and more experienced individuals.

History: Nydin was born and raised by harvesters on a backwater colony with a harsh desert climate. His childhood was normal by any means, and there was even a tiny school in the nearby town, which he attended religiously due to his curiosity. He is a runner, having developed his skills from his distaste of the scorching sun of his home, deciding to run to school, and wherever else he went, to avoid staying in the heat. He also acted as a messenger between ranches and the villages and town in the area he lived. Of course, it is not to say the heat was actually lethal, as the colony relied on the heavy work of farmers and harvesters in the relatively intense conditions. With a particular gel, harvested from a plant unique to the planet, a person’s skin was protected from the sun’s radiation for an extended period of time. Regardless, Nydin despised the heat as a boy, and did his best to stay out of it.

Initially after completing his education around 16, he worked with his parents. After a year or so, he decided that he would much prefer pursuing a career. The profession that he chose was law enforcement, which made both of his parents proud. He joined a small academy for a paramilitary law enforcement organization that employed officers on two worlds, including his own, and two stations. Two years of work and determination came to an end when a ragtag group of thugs arrived on planet. It is only important to say that Nydin was forced to take the life of one man, nearly another, and the group vowed that the young man would have it coming soon enough.

Nydin was urged by his parents to flee, which he reluctantly agreed to. As a gift before his departure, his father gave him a weapon that was intended to be his graduation gift after his time at the academy. The small submachine gun is treasured by Nydin, and he has done everything in his power to keep it with him, even smuggling it at times. For the past year or so, Nydin had been taking what work he could, even holding a job as a security officer aboard a freighter. That was his most recent job, until he heard about Ora Noc Terrol. Now the young man, nearing twenty years of age, hopes to find the legendary paradise. If he does, he hopes to reunite with his parents. Of course, the journey to find that paradise is what awaits him.

Profession: Currently unemployed; Law Enforcement recruit

Inventory: On a leather thread around his neck he wears a hollow tusk, about the length of his hand and half as wide. Inside is a soothing, medicinal gelatin for treating burns, especially of the sun, and other shallow wounds; a small amount goes far. A sheathed combat dagger hangs on his belt, approximately 13 inches in total length with a 7.5 inch blade. It is double-edged and useful as a sharp cutting tool when needed. He also carries a medium sized pack, tightly stuffed with the small amount of money that he has along with some personal belongings, a few days’ rations of jerked meats, a canister of a mysterious powder, and one change of clothes.

Other: The planet that Nydin is from has a relatively thin atmosphere compared to the standard of Earth. Even living in the low altitudes, his lungs are used to operating with lower levels of oxygen. This gives him a great amount of stamina for running and exerting himself. Also, due to being raised by parents knowledgeable in plant life, Nydin is aware of many aspects of plant anatomy. His unprofessional knowledge gives him the ability to potentially identify helpful and harmful qualities of flora, including but not limited to edibility, toxins, or medicinal uses.

[Shadow Moonseye]

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[Guest]

Reserved for character sheet.

[Guilty Carrion]

Username: Plaguewalker
Name: Evelyn ‘Eve’ Goins
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: While she is barely 5’2, ‘Doctor’ Evelyn Goins is a very difficult woman to miss. Her dark purple hair drops down to just below her shoulder blades, with her bangs brushing against her eyebrows. Eve almost always wears a pair of sunglasses to cover her eyes, which glow with an unnatural light even when hidden by her shades. Her lip is pierced, as well as stained to match the odd colour of her eyes.

Her small frame is lightly muscled, and always boasts a golden tan from her time in the field. She boasts some mild curves, but most tend to notice the tattoo of a cobra that coils about her left arm. Eve wears a black tank top, which has numerous Tervim symbols scrawled across its front, and a pair of grey shorts that almost reach her knees. She also has a tattoo of two cobras entwined around a tree on her back.

Personality: Eve is a spitfire, plain and simple. Her tongue is sharp, her words are scorching and her intent is lethal. Nothing is capable of slowing her stride, and no amount of authority can convince her to do something she doesn’t want to do. Many are baffled that such a hasty and odd-looking woman could meet such success in her chosen career, but Eve is unhindered by their petty norms. She moves with purpose, and carries an aura of authority that wouldn’t look out of place on a dictator.
History: Evelyn was born in a Tervim ruin on Serion 12 that her parents had been studying for years, one which they had foolishly refused to leave despite the imminent birth of their daughter. Raised by the staff of the research camp, Evelyn was constantly being toted about the ruins, and overhearing the strange discoveries and speculations of her parents and their colleagues. Born into a world of wonder and beauty, it was no surprised that Eve had to be dragged, literally, from the ruins when her parents decided to send her to live with her uncle and three older brothers at age four.

Her uncle tried to do his best to raise the girl, but without a female’s touch, Eve quickly grew into a tomboy. She’d spend her days racing along outside, and more often than not outlasted her siblings at their many games. Her mother and father were less than thrilled when they saw that their little girl enjoyed getting her knees cut up just as much as her rambunctious brothers and soon sent her off to a private boarding school to ‘correct’ her behavior. To help ease the transition, her parents began to send her information on their research, knowing Evelyn shared their own insatiable curiosity on the Tervim. Despite their best efforts, Eve adopted what would become one of her trademarks later in life, dying her hair deep purple.

While she often disregarded dress code for more comfortable clothes, no one could deny the girl’s obvious brilliance. She excelled in school, and graduated at the top of her class, but surprised everyone when she decided not to go to the prestigious university that her parents had picked out for her. Eve knew most, if not all of the facts on the Tervim through her parents, and she didn’t need a doctorate to tell her otherwise.

Eve began searching the ruins she wanted to search, using the money that had been set aside for university to fund her first dig. Without any clients backing her research, she was free to hunt for information she wanted to know. Most of what she sought was often ignored by others in the every present hunt for the Tervim’s potent technology. But she wanted to ask the questions no one else did.

Why did the Tervim vanish? What were they like? Did they live like us? Where they social, or more introverted?

In the first year of her studies, she had an experimental surgery done to her eyes that enabled her to see in the darkest environments. The only problem was that it made her eyes overly sensitive to normal and bright lights to the point where she can‘t open her eyes without protection in them.. She is barely bothered by this, and it is because of this that she adopted her trademark sunglasses.

Despite her youth and wild attitude, many scientists and archeologists accept that she is the rising star in the field of Tervim research, and her parents are proud to know that she will one day surpass them.

After many years of research and saving funds from her numerous finds and what not, she has finally decided to visit Sheol, one of the biggest Tervim hotspots in known space. Brimming with excitement, she set off to see the desert planet, with a feeling settling in her bones that this would be her greatest find yet.
Profession: Tervim Archeologist
Inventory: All this is carried in a small black back pack
-Sunglasses
-Drawing Pad
-Numerous pencils
-Some food
-Money
Other: (Anything else that seems pertinent)

[Shadow Moonseye]

Accepted, my friend. Moving her now.

[Gunneh]

Name: Anoch Sunara (Ah-knock Sue-nah-rah)

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:



Standing at nearly six feet and seven inches tall, Anoch is a mountain of a man. His body is tanned and lean, though his frame is lined with hard muscle from his tenure in the desert as well as his time spent with the bandit clan. Scars cover his body from the countless raiding and the even more prevalent encounters with the predators of the Sheol deserts. His hair is a dark, dirty brown colour.

History: Since the tender age of only ten, Anoch has been nearly entirely self-reliant: After his family's brutal murder, Anoch escaped into the desert where he spent the next six years fending off the brutal predators that roam Sheol's deserts and basically just trying to survive.

Around the age of sixteen, after a close run-in with a pack of beasts that were after his flesh, Anoch was brought into a clan of thieves that witnessed the encounter. According to the leader of the clan, Anoch's animalistic ferocity and his presence in the face of danger were more than what they were looking for in a new recruit. Cautiously, Anoch accepted and spent the better part of twelve years with the clan.

After a while, though, Anoch became restless and left the clan to wander in the desert once more.

Profession: Bandit

Inventory: (1) Skull mask, (1) Sharpened bone scythe, (1) Steel scimitar, (2) Water pounches

[Shadow Moonseye]

Holy shit someone almost as big as 708! I love it, Gunneh! So, naturally, you're accepted. Transferring the sheet post haste.

[wakeangel]

Sorry mine's not up yet. Mondays and Tuesdays are always hectic for me. I'm almost done and should have her up tomorrow.

[Shadow Moonseye]

Alright, that's fine Wake. There's no rush.

[Guest]

Wait am I not allowed to start with my gun?

[Shadow Moonseye]

That depends on if your character is already on Sheol or just arriving with the rest of the group. If you want him to already be on Sheol and have his gun, shoot me a PM and we'll work everything out.

[Guest]

Will do so later, gotta go play with my band

[Shadow Moonseye]

Alrighty! I'll keep my eye open for it.

[wakeangel]

Name: Daeoneira
Username: wakeangel
Gender: Female
Age: mid-twenties

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Tall, long-legged and curvy, with a cocky swagger and pale, cold eyes, Dae likes to dress on the dark side. She cultivates sex appeal as a business tool, but will be the first to admit to enjoying its other perks. On the back of her neck is raised scar tissue in the form of script. She has yet to be able to find anyone who can translate it.

Personality: Dae tends to strut around with a big, invisible 'Fuck Off Unless You're Here to Make Me Money' stamped across her forehead. Her tongue is sharp, her sense of fashion provocative. Those who would think her helpless without her bodyguards to back her up would be dead wrong. Ruthless, cunning and possessing a killer instinct her Daddy brags on, she is the heir Mingus always wanted and never found in his own children. Her biggest vices are cigarettes and one-night stands, and she never looks back or cares about either the professional or personal havoc she leaves in her wake.

Background: Daeoneira doesn't talk about her early childhood. Ever. Scavengers found her as a young girl wandering the dead wastelands of their over-industrialized planet. They sold her to Arnold Mingus, a blackmarket munitions and information dealer, along with the rest of the scrap and spare parts they found. In Mingus' palatial compound she slaved, often starved and beaten for her defiant attitude, until selected to service the special tastes of a visiting customer. When the towering, repulsive man tried to take her, she killed him with her bare hands.

Brought before Mingus, she glared at him defiantly, daring him to do his worst. Something in the bloody child's gaze sparked Mingus' interest. Something his own lazy offspring sorely lacked. Something that reminded him of himself. On the spot, he executed his children and adopted her in their place.

From that day on, she was his constant shadow. He shielded nothing of his brutal business dealings from her dispassionate curiosity. As she matured, he took great pride in watching her sharp business acumen and ruthless instincts develop. Four years ago, he made her his partner, assigning the task of expansion to her. Together they came up with the idea of using a benevolent charity as a front to gain access to war torn lands and peddle weapons and information to both sides.

In the guise of Teresa Saint, a benevolent patron of the downtrodden, she visited war-torn worlds, providing the meek with food, clothing and medicine and the mighty with the necessary contacts to upgrade their weapons and escalate the conflict.

Profits soared until about eight months ago when, a photojournalist's expose brought scrutiny uncomfortably close, to her father, to her, to the charity and to Mingus Munitions forcing them to suspend any further 'charitable actions' for the time being. Dae decided to take an extended trip. Ostensibly a vacation, she is actuality scouting out worlds for future expansion.

Dae/Alex Backstory: Deaoneira's Viewpoint

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Profession: Blackmarket munitions and information dealer

Inventory:
Multitool (includes a 3 inch blade)
Butterfly knife (concealed in her boot)
A titanium credit chip (no limit)
Mid-sized duffel bag containing:
-a change of clothes (and accessories)
-a desert survival kit
-two canteens
-a pocket-sized personal data device
-a buttload of cash

[Guest]

Name: Festus Fly (Working name)

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: If you take one look at Festus, the first thing you would think was "Thin". His 5'10'' frame barely has enough meat on it to make him look healthy, and between his slightly yellowed teeth and anything but professional wear, he blends in perfectly with the rest of the salvagers from Sheol. His day to day dress never varies from a sleeveless t-shirt and jean shorts with running shoes, topped off with a trucker cap that shades his brown eyes from the sunlight. He's never without a grin on his face, and it's anything but a false one.

Personality: The way Festus sees it, life is one big adventure. He's always looking for a new thrill, if it means going into the gnarliest scav site this side of Sheol to find it. His latest story is always the talk of the town, and while many people think he's the biggest liar on the planet, he brings back high quality scav after every trip. During the evening he hangs out at all of the local watering holes, swapping stories and shooting the breeze with anybody who cares to listen, and if they have a hot scav rumor, so much the better. Festus never calculates risk, only the possibility of a great story to tell, and the way he figures it, the book can only get longer.

History: Festus, like any other backwater redneck on Sheol, was brought up in some ramshackle shantytown where the sun shined brightest when the work was the hardest. His parents were poor farmers, and by the time he was 12, he knew that it wasn't the life for him. He left home four years later and became the kind of person he always heard about at the local dives. Festus became a scav jockey. From one ruin to the next he searched and he searched for that next big score that always lingered on the horizon. He made enough from his findings to afford a modest living in one of the larger towns, but still, modest scavving simply wasn't his style. He lived for the rush of a big score, and the more dangerous the better. So he started taking every contract he could find, and even found a few leads on Eden. Of course, none of these turned out to be anything worthwhile, but still, they fueled his thirst for adventure. For the last eight years he's been scavving, and it doesn't look like he wants to change that anytime soon.

Profession: Scav jockey and mechanic

Inventory: Backpack, pocket knife, hunting knife, flares, a radio transmitter, and whatever his last sale earned him.

Other: To defend himself on his scav trips, Festus uses a weapon of his own design. Dubbed "Mona" by him, it consists of an air compressor mounted on a side-loading weapon that uses the compressed air to shoot literally anything he finds that is about the size of a brick or smaller with lethal force.

[Shadow Moonseye]

Accepted, both of you! They look quite lovely. I'll throw up Wake's once she finishes with the back history.

On another note, be on the look out for the planet information to go up sometime today. I also plan on starting this Sunday at the latest.

[wakeangel]

I'm going to be mostly off line for the next several days while we move, so don't expect much by way of posts until then, though I'll check in as often as I can to keep up with what's going on.

Oh and I'm pretty sure I told you in chat, but Dae is ready to go now.

[Shadow Moonseye]

Alright guys! Ora is officially open!

Just a few things though, before you post:
I want to get this moving quickly, so for that sake I will be doing minor godmods here and there to move the entire group.

No one is to leave the shop just yet, unless they specifically clear it with me. Go ahead, talk to each other!

I'll control the shop-keep and most of the NPCs.

If you have questions, or something wasn't clear, please ask me.

Also, I've begun updating the World Information post in here, so be sure to read up on that. I'll update it frequently, so be sure to check in on it!

Well, that's it. I look forward to seeing everyone's posts!

[Shadow Moonseye]

Sorry for the double post, guys, but this is important. Something has come to my attention so I figure it'd be best if I address it here and now before anyone else gets more confused.

Sheol is the name of the planet, not the town the group in.

The group is in a town, not a city/spaceport, but a small, dinky little town out in the middle of the wastes. The reason the shuttle dumped them there instead of one of the cities is because that is where the shuttle's cargo was destined for. So, the shuttle pilots killed two bricks with one stone, by dropping both the cargo and the passengers at the small town.

Last, but not least, please watch the fire power you purchase. Hisoka and Quakernuts are fine, but don't go overboard please. I don't want the group to just breeze through any obstacles that they cross, and with this big of a group if everyone is packing serious it will become a problem. If I don't agree with your choice of weapon, please realize that for the sake of the rp I will ask you to change it.

I hope that didn't come off as me sounding angry or anything. I hope that this has helped clear things up. Anyways, the posts are looking good so far, keep up the awesome work!

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